The Poppins
We saw the new #MaryPoppinsReturns trailer and thought, something just didn’t quite seem right here… and I was able to pin down what that quite was. Enjoy horrifically!
We saw the new #MaryPoppinsReturns trailer and thought, something just didn’t quite seem right here… and I was able to pin down what that quite was. Enjoy horrifically!
Ever since the movie deal Sephroth had never been quite ethe same, with the failed launch of his sitcom andmusic career he had fallen into a life of lies, drugs, sex, alcohol, and D&D. Motherbrain brought him out of his self-destructive shell. She showed him that his mother was where his heart was, and now his his heart was inside MotherBrain. She was like a mother to him, looks ugly, tastes great.
Him and poochie finally had to go at it in a chill out – the hippy dog’s ninja flower shuriken targeting skillz totally exploded the king’s pants bulging escher wall walking crystal ball bubble popping powers by 3.1415 nuclear pickle pizzas from one hangin’ surfin’ turtle dude judge.
“After a slimy piece of something gooey and alive jerked around and then died inside the metal arm, she got up and wiped her hand across her forehead, “See that wasn’t so hard was it? You look like you kind of liked it.”
Eddie Valiant stepped out of the phone booth in central downtown Los Angeles, along with a sultry but discolored female, and a short man with a double pointed black hat and moustache. “Moose and squirrellll…” WHY is it my fate to work with… toons. Eddie couldn’t figure this out, I mean, he had regained his sense of humor, but did he HAVE to be type cast?
Far away in a lighthouse far away sat a mysterious woman with a robotic combo over jet balck, her stark eyes staring at a bajillion television screens, “The One.” Across the screens flitted a green speck and a brown spack, “Close in please… closer… closer… not so irrationally fast!”
Jojo knew that he somehow had to make it to the Shortcake-like Empress of Friendship, so he hopped on his trusty sidekick Fenji and started Snorking away from the berry outcasts house and towards the Orange Blossom Acres…
“What are you doing here Michelangelo, being as this is the first time I’ve ever seen you this must be doo-shizzle important,” Poochie exclaimed, forgetting his coolness for a moment.
“The sock puppet replied, “Why… Bar None of course… Baaaaaaar None Auto Insuraaaance. Weee don’t turrrn aneeeone dooown.””
This percolated Honey’s interest despite being decaffenaited for five years now, and made Plum Puddin’s stomach jiggle, “You mean she’s berry sick?”
Poochie frowned, “This ain’t no toy surboard, you da fool I pity! This is a deadly kung-fu weapon and extraterrestrial travelling device!” Then grinned, and made w-fingers.